The dark, piercing eyes of Bellatrix Lestrange shot from place to place on that dark winter evening. More and more people were growing extremely fearful of the dark lords next move, some not even leaving their homes, only those who believed he was back, of course. People were being brutelly murdered on a daily basis now, and there was no need for Bellatrix to hide away, they now held all power, and were, as she was convinced, unstoppable. The day would soon come for all mudbloods, and blood traitors alike, to speak their last words, scream their last cry for help, dying before her unmerciful eyes.The graveyard was seemingly empty, but due to all the recent deaths, she knew that it wouldn't be for long.

Character sheetSocial Status: DatingMy Other Half: Ginny WeasleyAnimagus: No

Subject: Re: A Dark, Gloomy, Haunting Night Tue Dec 09, 2008 10:10 am

Harry as stubborn as he was, didn't care for hiding away and had sneaken out when no one was watching. Under his cloak off course, he roamed the streets silently as his green eyes scanned the area, something had been bothering him for a while, he needed to face his fears and forget the dreams and memories of Cedric. To him that meant going back to where he had been brutally tortured and tied against his will, by his enemy, he also had an idea. Once there, he could look around as the place had meant something to Voldemort, a great deal by the way he had spoken roaming the graves as he summoned his death eaters. Harry shivered, dare he do it? dare he face his fears and battles his deamons. He was young and foolish but he needed to do this, he bit his bottom lip not caring about the Ministry, the trio had been apparating for ages now. Harry turned and appeared just outside Little Hangleton, he was still under his fathers beloved cloak. He would have been completely stupid to apparate directly into the Graveyard because knowing Voldemort as he did, probably more than anyone, he was sure there would be some sort of allering for apparating, thinking Harry may return there. He shivered, wrapping his cloak around him and walked the last mile, reaching the forgotten Graveyard. The hairs on his necks stood up and for a moment he was a frozen as memories of the night came back, clear as a window image. He shuddered, shaking his head to the side in protest and stepped deliberately into enemy territory. Keeping quiet now, he soon reached the Grave he had been tied at and couldn't help stumble, fear in his eyes, he was going to have to use all his bravery to carry this through.

Character sheetSocial Status: DatingMy Other Half: Ron Weasley (Later)Animagus: No

Subject: Re: A Dark, Gloomy, Haunting Night Tue Dec 09, 2008 3:46 pm

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Hermione's weakness was fear. Feeling it, showing it. It always had been. She had always told herself that feeling pain would help you survive, but then again, too much of it could kill you. Bellatrix Lestrange proved that point, nice and clearly.

Hermione, thinking of Godric's Hollow, turned on the spot, closing her eyes. Before she knew it, the usual tube of darkness closed in on her, wrapping a tight cord around her middle. She was quite used to it by now, but the feeling of it had increased in displeasure.At long last, the cord released her and she landed neatly in the centre of a graveyard. But it wasn't anything like Godric's Hollow.Hermione rotated on the spot, her eyes travelling quick and fast over the ivy covered stones. Where am I? she though, bewildered. A gruesome sight caused her mouth to drop, quite randomly.Dead centre of the graveyard stood a towering, skelatal figure, holding what looked like an abnormal sized bone, but she hightly doubted it.She moved away from it, feeling a little frightened. This had to be the most unpleasant graveyard she had ever seen, and she had seen a few. Graveyards were supposed to look after the dead, weren't they? Let them rest in peace? It was obvious that this one did not.She moved through the relics and stones, cringing at the odd human bone across the floor. Urgh she thought.